Category Archive: memories

362 – Fresh new days

362 – Fresh new days

Our friends Gabi and James got married today. Gabi made a big contribution when we got married, and it felt very good to be able …

 

353 – Overnight

353 – Overnight

Mud kicked off Eddie’s boots stuck like brown shit to the bleached strainer post. With one eye on the leaden clouds he flicked himself over …

 

345 – Bus stop / start

345 – Bus stop / start

I picked up my sister Carol from the bus stop last night, we have an all too short conversation and then we’re off to bed …

 

341 – Winning wars

341 – Winning wars

Mum some how seems better this morning. This doesn’t make much sense, because she’s had a stroke. She somehow is hanging in – winning her …

 

334 – Exotic fruit

334 – Exotic fruit

Mmmm-mmm — Chilean guavas. I love fruit, and I’ve always had a particular attraction exotic fruit. As kids Mum would never buy us fireworks for …

 

328 – Booty

328 – Booty

We never return from a visit to my sister Gillian without booty. Fruit for me to make marmalade or jelly, cookies, cakes, flowers, books, magazines, …

 

315 – The nature of the observer

315 – The nature of the observer

A couple of times lately I’ve rushed into our lunch room early in the morning to grab a jump-start coffee only to find myself in …

 

314 – There’s gold in them thar hills!

314 – There’s gold in them thar hills!

An original life is unexplored territory. You don’t get there by taking a taxi – you get there by carrying a canoe. — Alan Alda I …

 

309 – The chain, unbroken

309 – The chain, unbroken

I’m feeling a bit sad tonight. After a great weekend, and an ok day at work, I come home and find some words that left …

 

294 – The shortest day

294 – The shortest day

It’s the winter solstice today. Well, today and tomorrow. I went for a walk at lunchtime to enjoy the few minutes of clear sunlight, and …